He has the disability to completely understand

The concept and the understanding

Of caring, giving your time and happiness for another

That's what I had attempted to show him

I had a desire to enlighten his weary soul

His soul was always somewhat disoriented

Wandering, lost, this absence had overcame his mental being

Worse than a physical absence, this absence killed me, and killed what was all within him

What he was to be

What he was to me

What he was at present time when his soul was overlooked

Now, a forgotten past

His past, future and present

All vanquished, without a hint

Greed, anger, depression overcame his tattered soul

During this time, I urged myself to help his soul

He was changing mine